Snippet #2577467

Sandal slowly and clumsily stood up in its corpse, its guts spilling out as it stood and groaned. It had violet eyes as it looked on to the queen, and slowly it made its way to her. The guards that were pinned to the floor slowly suffocated as their shadows pulled them further and further into the ground, their lungs eventually giving way. Ettelo's laughed echoed around Sevra, but she was nowhere to be seen. The deceased guards' shadows shrieked with delight as they stood from the ground, hungry for flesh, With Ettelo's will in their minds, they began to attack and pin down the soldiers who cried out for help moments before their throats were slashed by shadowy claws.

The Silhouette possessed Sevra's shadow and appeared behind her silently as she fled. Ettelo rolled her eyes stubbornly and grabbed Sevra's hair, whipping her back into the ground.

"I'm curious to see how to transition your crown to me," Ettelo sneered. Her hazel eyes stared daggers at the Queen, who was being bound by Ettelo's foot on her throat. It was a seemingly unfair advantage shadows had over humans, as they could not physically retaliate back...fortunately for Ettelo, Sevra did not seem too aware of how to get rid of an angry shadow.

"Should your crown float to me on the river of your blood?" the Silhouette asked, jabbing her heel into Sevra's neck. "Do I take your body and devour you from the inside? Or should I slaughter you like a lamb and feed you to your kingdom, who's starving and helpless?"